He watched from beneath the overhang of shadow and frost, arms folded, gaze sharpened not by interest but by scrutiny. Each of Zaraki’s swings—𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙, 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠—cut the air like a beast learning its name. Hitsugaya said nothing. He measured violence in stillness, dissected rage in silence.
add a skeleton here at some point
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